So I’ve suffered from depression for about a year now, and things just seem to be getting more and more bleak each passing day. I have only a few friends, along with a few I met online (yes, I know how that sounds), and as an introverted outcast, making new ones is kind of…”impossible” is a bit too extreme of a word, but it certainly seems fitting. Half the time, I’m not really even noticed by people anyway, and when I am noticed, people treat me oddly, like they’re afraid of offending me or something similar. On top of that, I have basically no life. I know that sounds rather noncommittal to say, but it essentially sums things up. The irony of it all is that I know exactly what I need to do to “fix” my life, but I quite simply have no desire or energy to. I’m almost past the point of caring. Therapy basically did nothing for me, and I’m not really sure what to do. I think of suicide quite a bit as well…not now, rather, but a few years from now.